Holy carp, I ran again.

I ran a pathetically slow and painful 2/3 of a mile this evening.

Getting back into running is probably the worst thing ever. I don't know why I ever stopped. It's better to continue running and hate it, than to quit running, hate your lazy self, and then restart a year later. Ugh.

Ever seen a basset hound running?

Poetry in motion.

Now you have.

It's pretty much what I look like, too.

Did you know?

My fever broke earlier this morning around 2:30 AM. I only know this because I woke up drenched in cold sweat thinking I was going to die. Could you imagine knowing your were going to die while you laid there, totally helpless, sweating next to your sleeping husband? Ugh. What a way to make a mess and be found looking totally haggard the next morning. My goal is to go out looking like Sleeping Beauty.

A quick Google search revealed I was, in fact, going to live.

After nursing the fever for two days, I awoke (mostly dry) to a cool 98.6* core temperature. We celebrated by driving up the road (literally, like 2 blocks) to get coffee and OJ. Lifting coffee mugs and juice bottles proved to be too much, so I'm totally wiped and now a coughing mess, so back to bed for me.

Getting healthy is kind of gross and exhausting.

Goal tonight: stay awake long enough to order in pizza for the UNC v. Duke game. Also, to eat pizza.